Bela Rosa Apartments Novels & Stories

The jealousy was still there, a live wire, but it was under his control again. --- He dropped me off at my apartment building without another word about it. As I walked into the lobby, I found Bella sitting on the bottom step of the staircase, her face in her hands, a small suitcase at her feet. “Bella? What’s wrong?” She looked up, her eyes red. “My apartment,” she sniffled. “The landlord sold the building. The new owner is kicking everyone out for renovations. I have to be out in three days. I have nowhere to go.”

he said gently. “I’m just tired,” she replied. He didn’t push. They pulled up to a high-end apartment complex. Tall glass windows. Polished stone exterior. Security at the entrance. Aurora blinked slowly. “Is this where I would be staying?” Dr. Halvosen smiled. “Yes.” Elara leaned forward between the seats. “Really? Whoa, it’s so beautiful.” Dr. Halvosen chuckled. “And do you know what’s even more better?”

Rosa finally showed up when Orla had just woken up, she flipped her eyes around to survey the gigantic skyscraper that was in front of her. "Where am I?" She asked, her eyes darting from Rosa to David. "The boss's penthouse." Rosa chimed, unimpressed. She glanced at David and said, "Is this the bride you were talking about?" Her eyes moved back to Orla, disgustingly ogling her. "Yes, she's the one." David smiled, hoping Orla wouldn't take offence with Rosa's deathly stares. "Take her to the boss." "Come with me," Rosa said sternly, walking out of the parking lot. Orla hurried after her, afraid she'd get lost if she wasn't fast enough.

Rina reluctantly sat up and Vera walked over to get her phone. She frowned when she saw the caller ID, wondering why she was getting that kind of call from so late at night. No doubt, whatever she wanted to say must be important enough for her to disturb this late. "Hello." "Hello, Madam." A soft voice uttered, "Its me, Bella." "I know," Vera retorted coldly, annoyed at the disturbance. Bella was a maid at one of the Romero Villas where Damien resided, because he blatantly refused to come home to Rina, and refused her from going to meet him at the villa.

Tolu tried to keep her beating heart steady as Demola drove into a compound with rows of apartments. “You live here? This is so cool” Tolu said as Demola parked. “How much did you pay of this apartment?” Tolu asked and Demola chuckled. “Didn’t you see the banner above it?” Demola asked and Tolu turned to him. “What banner?” Tolu asked as Demola shook his head. “These apartments are for members for the DULSU” Demola replied and Tolu’s eyes widened. “Are you for real?” Tolu asked in shock and Demola shrugged.

“Well, no. When Beverly, Selena, and I get together it’s usually at Selena’s penthouse in the city. Beverly has never let us come to her house. We don’t even know her mailing address. When Selena sends her party invitations, she sends them to The NY offices. She told us she lived in a studio apartment in the Bronx. There is barely enough room for her much less room to have friends over” Bruce nodded. “I . . . I would like to make up for the trouble I have caused Beverly in the past. I would like to get her a new rental apartment.” “That’s nice, Bruce, but she’d rather die than take anything from you,” Joanna said bluntly. “I know. That’s why I want you to present the apartment to Beverly li

The blueprints were spread out, the address printed clearly at the top. Beatrice walked over to the desk and looked down at the papers. "So," she said, tapping a manicured fingernail on the blueprint, "this is the apartment you are designing for her?" "Yes," I said, walking over. "Zyran bought it today. It’s a rush job, but I’m going to make it beautiful. I want her to feel comfortable." Beatrice read the address on the paper: 1402 Lakeview Drive, Penthouse B. She froze.

Lay looked worried. "Tell Lucas, hold on. Vesa is just here, if we act, I'm afraid Vesa will be affected. You know that, Lay. Andre seems to be waiting for Vesa to make a mistake," Derrick said glumly. Lay sighed, they really had no choice. *** Vesa Araya had just arrived at the Gardenia Hills 10 apartment building. He was amazed that the building was designed exactly the same as the Gardenia building. Another Hills. "Verlyta, are all Gardenia Hills designed the same?" Vesa asked while still looking at the building from inside the car.

She turned off her phone, not wanting any interruptions from her dad or sisters, and leaned back in the seat, allowing the tears to flow freely once again. The taxi pulled up in front of Rosa's apartment building, a charming three-story structure with a brick facade and neatly trimmed shrubbery lining the pathway with window boxes filled with blooming flowers. The aroma of fresh coffee drifted from the nearby cafes, adding to the cozy ambiance of the neighborhood. The front door had a quirky little knocker in the shape of a sunflower, adding a touch of whimsy to the entrance.

“Yes, I want to buy an apartment building for my employees—the ones that are single, that is. I want it to be spacious. All the apartments must have two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen. I want my employees to feel at home.” “I might have what you are looking for. This apartment building consists of twenty apartments. Each apartment has its own small garden as well. It’s close to the beach and has a lovely view over the ocean. If you are interested, I could show you.” “I would appreciate it. Thank you, Samantha.” Rosa and I followed her in my car a few minutes later; we stopped in front of a large apartment building. Rosa and I walked up to Samantha and said, ‘I will sho